In Praise Of God

God kills us in wars
God gives us syphilis, cholera
God gives us rapists, burglars, murderers
God gives us hunger, disease, death
God takes away all reality, all sanity

And makes us wretched monsters
after greed, money, women... (remain tuned if you want to hear more)
And still, the demented, deluded man worships his God.

by Ravi Kopra

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The poem provides the other side of the picture to make it a multi-dimensional image of the creator of this universe. In this scenario which 'makes us wretched monsters'. Thanks for a thought provoking piece of work.